Agar farewell, but ere I cease to greet Let me conduct thee to thy country seat. Abode of taste, where all the graces shine,-- The prospect charming, and the site divine! The road that leads from Battle Bridge pursue To Kentish Town, and keep a dexter view; There mark the walls of many coloured-brick, With here and there a withered poplar stick. A dirty gate straight walks of gravel shews, The new canal around in silence flows; Its fetid waters, stinking as they pass, Contend in sweetness with the scent of gas. Here Pancras rears it’s charitable dome, There limekilns smoke, and cloud the air in gloom; Wheree’r you wander, or the sight divert, One scene prevails of darkness, stench, and dirt. Well in one picture might the muse record How fine the mansion, and how wise it’s lord. Ye passengers! who from the road admire, Let no wild transports tempt you to go nigher; The rights of soil he zealously protects By transportation, as the law directs! Not mine the purpose step by step to shew What makes the progress of a cause more slow: Nor yet to trace the current of expense Through all its mazes, but the whole condense. The same complaints through all the system fly;-- Thus what I censure will to all apply. Omit each intermediate step, and see The cause at last from all incumbrance free, And brought to issue;--then let Spence[26] prepare Interrogations for your friends to swear. Propose each question so distinctly nice, That all may keep within it, like a vice; For should some idle word escape, who knows But it might prove more fatal than from foes? Avoid the hostile camp, and, if you can, Before he speaks, examine well your man; Teach him the lesson he has got to learn, And let him thoroughly his cue discern; Hold out large promise, if he meet your will, And ere he comes to swear his belly fill. If still reluctant, coax him with a bribe, Persuading all--but most the Jewish tribe.